Zhuang Xiaolin leaped forward. Although new weapons had appeared on both wrists, he had no intention of using them yet.
The two pairs of blood-red wings behind him beat, further increasing his speed and agility.
Death's Revolver in his hand had turned an even deeper crimson. Scarlet patterns intertwined across it, and its ferocious pupil increasingly resembled a bloodshot human eye.
Before Patriot could close in, Zhuang Xiaolin raised his gun and fired several shots.
The energy bullets tore through the air with explosive cracks. The energy bullets Zhuang Xiaolin fired from Death's Revolver were now slightly weaker than his previous all-out strike, but overall, their power had increased by more than double.
Patriot showed no intention of retreating. He pushed forward with his shield, and the unknown crystal embedded within it released wave after wave of fluctuations, restraining the energy bullets rushing toward the shield outside those ripples.
After blocking the attack, Patriot swiftly closed the distance with Zhuang Xiaolin. He held his shield at his side, ready to block attacks from any direction.
Gripping his halberd tightly in his right hand, Patriot's scarlet pupils flickered. Then he suddenly leaped forward, landing not far from Zhuang Xiaolin. He raised his halberd high, and it swept down in a streak of bloody light.
The psychic blade concentrator on Zhuang Xiaolin's right hand erupted with dazzling red light. A psychic blade appeared and swiftly collided with Patriot's halberd, bursting with blinding sparks.
Normally, the psychic blade should have sliced straight through Patriot's halberd. Yet for some reason, its power had dropped by several levels, and it was nowhere near as capable of cutting through metal like mud as it was in StarCraft.
Still, being able to fight this seemingly powerful Patriot to a standstill was enough to satisfy Zhuang Xiaolin. He